Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

I adore Dottie's spunk! What a gal.

 

The girl growled at him, pulling the sound from deep within her to cast a warning at the audacious young man.

Stormchaser sparked with life, laughing loudly at her utterance. Fuck him? What a joke. What a bold little thing to think that she was capable of surviving such an encounter. The young wolf had never happened upon someone like this and so he was lost in the moment and the boy who had hunkered protectively beside her had been forgotten.

How about… you try, he suggested, sinister in the smirk that lifted his lips all the way to the mournful goldwash of his eyes. One free shot. Go ahead. Make it good.

Stormchaser lifted his chin, exposing his throat to her.